"The same person?" said Gu Hua in surprise.

The snake shadows that were densely packed all over the water curtain didn't look like a person, but it was like the Demon Ancestor had called on the demon legions, hiding in the water curtain and ready to ambush at any time. Afraid that something was wrong with his ears, Gu Hua asked again: "Can the Venerable Lord be sure, isn't it the Demon Ancestor and the Demon Ancestor army hiding in the sewage?"

The Evil Venerable snorted coldly and said: "How could the Demon Ancestor come to the Ridge of Ten Thousand Ditches in person, presumably now he has already given it a headache just by forcing the Demon ** to come out of the Black Bat Army and the Ancient Demon Order!"

As soon as he said that, from the dirty water curtain, countless dark purple tentacles broke through the water curtain and slowly stretched out. As the tentacles stretched out, the turbid rain that was making waves all over the ridge gradually stopped.

Under the shroud of the dirty black water curtain, the painting ridge that was abused by the turbid rain and was full of huge holes in the deep ditch, like a dilapidated leaf that could be crushed at hand, and the sense of crisis rose to everyone's heart.

"Turbid water?" almost in unison, many of the paintings present recognized at a glance the tentacles sticking out of the water curtain.

Turbid water black is a well-known ancient monster in the demon clan, which can break the sky and destroy the earth, and the demon clan is rumored to be more powerful than the demon ancestor, and it is an existence that no one in the five clans dares to shake easily. Turbid Water Crow has a tyrannical temperament, and there are constantly indignation voices of crusade against Turbid Water Crow among the five tribes back then.

However, the turbid water crow is attached to the demon ancestor, and he is loyal to the demon ancestor, so that no one in the five clans dares to act rashly, for fear that in the process of killing the turbid water crow, the demon ancestor will intervene and cause the killing to be killed.

In the ancient millennium, under the pressure of the five clans, the Demon Ancestor had no choice but to build a polluted pond and trap the turbid water in the pool, which was seen once every ten years. After the Demon Ancestor died, a few days after the agreed time to meet, the sewage pool suddenly collapsed and shattered, and there was no trace of turbid water in the pool.

Later, it was rumored that he had seen the corpse of a turbid water crow near the Demon Sea, floating in the sea. Everyone in the world thinks that the muddy water Wu was martyred and buried the demon ancestor back then, and there is no longer a human being. Goodbye today, his huge stature and strong strength don't look like he died or been injured at all.

Some of the scrolls took away the magic cover that was protected around them, and they wanted to escape when they saw the situation.

But hearing that Shen Moli came from the back of the sacrificial spiritual power, he hurriedly stopped: "Don't put away the shield, the turbid rain will stop, it's just to prepare for the next more violent attack!"

"I'm much more familiar with the demon clan than you, you are a human race, what qualifications do you have to point fingers here?" Yigu saw that it was Shen Moli, and he was not convinced.

"Shut up! The evil venerable stopped the ancient painting, glanced at Shen Moli, and then looked at the tentacles in the water curtain.

Shen Moli's worry was exactly the worry in his heart. A turbid rain is just a matter of fun for monsters of strength such as Turbid Water Una. Silence after the rain is sometimes the rhythm of an even bigger storm to come.

The Evil Venerable doesn't know much about the Turbid Water Crow, but the strength of the Muddy Water Crow, even if he and everyone in the Painting Ridge, are absolutely invincible. Thinking of this, in the sea of consciousness of the evil venerable, the face and figure of the last armor flashed, and with great determination, the evil venerable clenched the palm hidden in his sleeve that had oozed some cold sweat.

Painting Ridge is now in turmoil and may die at any time. He couldn't escape the predicament of death, so he had to dig three feet into the ground to find a way out for Mojia! Originally, he was worried that although Mojia was calm, his thoughts were not far-reaching enough, and the escape arranged by him would cause any accidents along the way.

But Shen Moli made him see greater hope for Mojia to escape. With Mojia's demonic path cultivation, coupled with Shen Moli's extraordinary intelligence, he must be able to break the mystery of a dead end on his last life path.

The turbid water black's elastic tentacles like octopuses slowly stretched out from the water curtain, and then suddenly accelerated, attacking the painting ridge.

Its rapid speed made everyone who was always vigilant unable to react. The first few people to react hurriedly used their strength to expand the shield around their bodies to resist the tentacles.

Those who reacted first and poured all their strength into the shield thought that the shield it had gathered would be shattered by the powerful tentacles in the confrontation with the Turbid Water Crow. Surprisingly, however, the tentacles didn't seem to have much force, just stopped at the shield and swam back and forth and squeezed, without continuing to make violent movements.

And more tentacles that were not blocked by the shield did not attack anyone, but went straight into the land all over the painting ridge.

Gathered in one place, the reaction was a little slow, and when they saw that the evil venerable, Shen Moli and the others had used their strength first, forming a huge shield, they all reacted from shock, and they all tried their best to inject into the shield.

Although the strength of the claw on the shield originates from the turbid water black tentacles, it is strong, but with the concerted efforts of everyone, it has not been able to squeeze the slightest crack on the shield.

Looking at the tentacles that roamed on the shield, the bad feeling in Shen Moli's heart became stronger and stronger. Those tentacles are more like waiting, waiting for a bigger conspiracy. But she couldn't figure out for a while, the next move of the turbid water crow, and she couldn't figure out what the muddy water crow would want.

"Not true. "The evil venerable foot is tied to the painting ridge, and the demonic qi runs through all parts of the painting ridge, holding the shield with his hand, looking at the wandering tentacle claws.

The doubts in his heart were no less than Shen Moli, but the demonic aura that ran through the painting ridge wandered around the underground of the painting ridge, and he didn't notice the slightest inappropriate behavior of those tentacles. Those tentacles that pierced into the ground, after being deeply rooted in the painting ridge, seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and there was no longer any next move.

The strange signs made the hearts of those who were lucky enough to survive in Hualing palpitate. The turbid rain alone made them lose their troops, and none of the pictures that were far away from the evil lord could survive the turbid rain. At the beginning of the turbid rain, there were only a few well-informed picture scrolls, and they sacrificed the demon cover with the evil venerable to resist the poisonous erosion of the turbid rain.

They didn't know the next step of the muddy water, and they couldn't stop beating the drums in their hearts.

Under the suspense, Shen Moli looked at the static tentacles outside the hood, and the unclear question suddenly had an answer.

"Take back the demonic qi!" Shen Moli looked back and said to the evil venerable.

"For ......" As soon as the evil venerable spoke, before he could finish his words, the blood sword spat out into his mouth.

From the soles of the evil venerable's feet, there was a feeling of numbness, and it was an extravagant hope for the evil venerable to move again.

"Your Lord......" the paintings shouted in unison.

They usually hate the evil venerable, but when they encounter great difficulties, the unexpected occurrence of the evil venerable obviously exacerbates the panic in their hearts. In the scroll, there are many people who have been locked in the painting ridge and cultivated to be more knowledgeable than the evil venerable, and they are not subject to the evil venerable's control of themselves. In the god and demon prison of Hualing, they can't see hope in their lives, and they don't want to listen to the instructions of the evil venerable when they waste their time.

But in today's calamity, the evil venerable has become their backbone again. During the years of detention in Hualing, Zhuhua's cultivation can be said to have been greatly worn out, and it has long lost its original smiling and proud state. The evil venerable held their lives, and they were even more afraid that the evil venerable would be killed and the mountains would fall, so that they would have no life to see tomorrow.